Chapter 172 Les, come here and give me a slap on the back! (Happy New Year’s Eve

[According to research, the tomb owner is a descendant of the secret keeper of the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh. The Secret Keepers have guarded the Pharaoh's tomb for generations, but by the 12th century, the ancient Egyptian magic world had completely declined, and the wizard community living in Egypt had also completely changed. This led to the complete degeneration of the Secret Keepers' lineage, and many of the Secret Keepers' descendants were sold as stolen goods. The pharaoh made a living by using the underworld.

Therefore, we reasonably infer that the grandfather of the tomb owner obtained this cup in exchange for information about the tomb of a certain ancient Egyptian pharaoh]

'Pharaoh's tomb...' Looking at the analysis of the Secret Order, Rice also felt that their analysis was very reasonable. If it was a Pharaoh's tomb that had not been opened, it would indeed attract Hufflepuff to excavate it.

Ancient Egypt is the birthplace of magic and the origin of wizards. As the leaders of the first batch of wizards, the first few pharaohs of ancient Egypt are definitely not inferior to the Nordic gods in strength, which means that there must be hidden treasures in their tombs. With a lot of good stuff.

But it must be a pharaoh who is old enough. Like the tombs of ancient Egyptian pharaohs after the 20th Dynasty that were conquered by Persia, Rice thinks there is basically no need to dig them, let alone Ptolemaic Egypt. The presence.

Their relationship to ancient Egypt is too shallow.

"It's old enough and has never been excavated. Even with these two conditions, it's still a mystery." Les couldn't help but sigh.

There was too little reliable information, and all I found was some clues about Hufflepuff. What's even worse is that I can't be sure whether Helga wandered anywhere else after "visiting" the Pharaoh's tomb.

But it's better than no news at all. Judging from this bit of information, Hufflepuff has had a pretty good life since leaving Hogwarts, and his magic skills have also improved.

After comforting himself, Rice put the badger-head copper cup and the information compiled by the Secret Order in his arms, planning to show it to Ravenclaw when he returned to school.

Since the information was not clear enough, Les was no longer in a hurry to find Hufflepuff. He wanted to clear out the Secret Order strongholds on the list.

Thinking on the bright side, if you get lucky and find clues about Hufflepuff, wouldn't it be a bloody gain?

With this idea in mind, Les set out.

……

When Rice was running around the world, turning the "little mice" of the Secret Order into drowned mummies, Hogwarts ushered in another peaceful day.

Daphne walked out of the dormitory, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and saw Les who was reading a book in the familiar corner of the common room.

"Les, morning..." Halfway through her words, the dazed Daphne realized that the guy in front of her was an impostor, because this Les was holding the History of Magic.

"Really, isn't the program in it too shoddy?" Daphne complained, "How can Les read History of Magic? Isn't it too easy to fool someone?"

With that said, she walked over and took away the "History of Magic" from Rice's hand.

The interrupted fake Les did not react angrily. He raised his head and said to Daphne in a gentle voice: "Good morning, Daphne."

Looking at Les who was sitting quietly on the stool and looking at her with friendly eyes, Daphne narrowed her eyes. She suddenly thought that she had control over "Les" in front of her, right? So, do you mean he can do whatever you want him to do, or are there any restrictions?

Once thoughts arise, they grow like wild weeds. Daphne couldn't help but want to manipulate Les's fake body to do something.

"Les, can you bring me some breakfast?" Daphne asked tentatively.

"Of course." Without saying a word, the Les fake stood up and walked to the auditorium.

Daphne:!

It really can!

She became excited all of a sudden, and it seemed that the authority Les granted her was higher than she thought.

After sensing that Les was resisting the auditorium, Daphne tried to take over his vision and took some of her favorite breakfast from the table in the auditorium.

A few minutes later, seeing Les returning to the table with a lot of breakfast, Daphne couldn't help but laugh "hehehe".

She leaned on the stool, crossed her feet, opened the "Daily Prophet" that had just been sent to her, and started reading. She flipped through the newspaper twice, and then looked at Les's avatar, who was sitting next to her and eating breakfast slowly.

"Les, I need to read the paper, so feed me breakfast."

"Okay." Les's avatar put down the sandwich in his hand and prepared breakfast for Daphne.

Daphne: Hehehe~

Les's avatar made a bacon and egg sandwich, then cut it into small pieces with a magic spell and handed it to Daphne's mouth with a fork.

After swallowing the breakfast "offered" by the fake body in one gulp, Daphne felt joy from the bottom of her heart: This is so interesting!

She continued to order, and the dummy continued to feed her breakfast into her mouth.

When Astoria appeared in the common room, she was stunned by what she saw: her sister was reclining on a chair like a fallen Roman noble, and Les was standing next to her, possessed by The fork brought the food to her mouth.

Astoria: I'm so excited, I'm hallucinating.

"Sister, Les, what are you..." Astoria looked at the two of them with extremely complicated eyes.

"Ah, it's you, Astoria, wait a moment!" Daphne changed her position, and then ordered "Les": "Les, give me a back rub."

"Okay." Les didn't say much, squatted down next to Daphne, and slapped her back in a serious manner.

Astoria's pupils trembled: Sister, did you get hold of something about Les?

After enjoying the massage for a while, Daphne slowly told Astoria that this Les was a fake, a prosthesis made by Les and entrusted to her for safekeeping.

Astoria: "So this is how you keep it?"

Daphne glanced at her: "You're not going to tell Les, are you?"

"Of course." Astoria expressed her loyalty to her sister with determination. Then he mentally calculated what kind of reward Les would give himself after betraying his sister. Apart from anything else, she had been coveting the Illusion Body Curse for a long time. If she could get a necklace of the same style as her sister's, it would be a huge profit!

This is her biological sister, she must be sold for a good price!

But she would definitely not report it stupidly in front of her sister, so she would find an opportunity to tell Les, and when her sister asked about it afterwards, she would blame other students in the college.

Who told my sister to be so high-profile?

Thinking of this, she began to patch herself. She took two steps forward and said in very sincere words: "Sister, is it not good to be so high-profile? If someone who is short-sighted sees it, Les may know about it in the future."

Daphne thought about it carefully and felt that what her sister said seemed to make some sense. She dared to play like this because this was a fake body made by Les, no different from the stuffed toy given to her. How could she dare to yell at the real Les like this?

If the real Les found out...

Daphne shivered, and at this moment, a voice sounded that made her frown and Astoria frown with joy.

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Here’s the update, good night everyone!

It feels quite suitable for the young Hufflepuff (please ignore the red scarf)

I currently owe you two updates, so don’t worry, they will be paid back.